Cat's, cat's, cat's
Eye
Cats, cats, cats

Splashing on my walls, my walls
In the field the bodies are tied
To the their crosses hair hanging down
The blood is rolling down their
Arms to the waiting dogs

Bad, bad, bad
Doctors
Bad, bad, bad

Counting the meat on the tables
In the field the bodies are tied to the
Altar the pope's mule sings a song of
Freedom from his majesty-the pope

Nazi, nazi, nazi
Butchers
Nazi, nazi, nazi

Waving their tongues in the air